Oh, I am. Somewhat. "Re-visit" may be the wrong terminology, but there were a lot of things that happened a few years back that I never really dealt with, as sitting down and shutting up is usually my way. Now, I feel like writing down all the stuff I never said.

And to me, things that happened five years ago feel like they happened fifteen ago.

Oh, I wasn't dissing, not the age, not the time line, not the experience. I did what I expect will be the great crammed-in bulk of my living before I was about 23. I'm still trying to recover some of the stuff from those years.

Writing is a good, good thing.

Huh. I'm rewriting the first scene that's in Anna's POV. It feels like she should break into "Going Through the Motions" at any moment now.

I wonder if I'm overdoing the misery.

connie, will you send me the thing in the body of an email? I'll C&P to Word, and send as an attachment to Deb. I'd love to read it, too, if you're willing to let me.

Beta, beta, anyone up for a quick beta?

Susan, send. It may be a bit later on, though, if that's OK.

Insent, Deb.

I did what I expect will be the great crammed-in bulk of my living before I was about 23.

Is it bad that I get this feeling and I'm only two years removed? And, even if this wasn't the most of it, I feel like I've been emotionally hung over from it ever since, and am just starting to come out of it and crave more living.

And now I'm sleepy and comfy and nonsensical, so I'll turn in. (And Deb, don't worry, I certainly didn't think you were dissing!)

I'm going to try to be better about doing my drabbles, because they are precisely the kick in the ass I need right now.

This ended up being more about the dive than the fall, but anyway....

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Step to the end of the board and turn around. Weight up on the balls of the feet, then ease backwards to the very edge.

Flex the board once to prime it, bend the knees, leap up and out and over. Head back, watch for the water to come into view.

Time stretches as the world rotates.

From the top of the dive there is time to spot the aim point, time to straighten the knees and point the toes, time to enjoy the fall.

Then time rushes forward and the hands come together just before they hit the surface.

For the curious, Hubby demanded equal spousal rights to his email, so this is the first I've gotten back to the 'puter. File sent to deb and she can open it. Damn, her impatience is gratifying.

She said tantalizing. Hee.